"Psh, if you're just depositing money, queue up and take a number like everyone else. If it's less than three thousand yuan, just deposit it at the ATM. Make sure you hold those two shabby boxes steady; if they knock into our machines, it'll be on you," Zhou Sheng said to Xu Fan with a face full of disdain.
In his view, considering Xu Fan's attire, it would be surprising if he had even a few thousand yuan—how much can a loser possibly save?
The clients he handled personally were all depositing sums of a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand, and some business owners even deposited millions at a time. For someone like Xu Fan, Zhou Sheng couldn't be bothered to give him the time of day.
"Is this the kind of service your bank offers?" Xu Fan asked coldly.
"What's the issue? Since you're here to deposit money, you have to follow the bank's rules. Expecting to skip the line? Not a chance," Zhou Sheng said with a sneer, utterly disdainful.